x marks the spot with a dot dot dot and a dash dash dash and a big question mark! tickle up tickle down tickle all around. with a kiss and a squeeze and a cool ocean breeze. we did it and the kid being tickled had her eyes closed. separating the foil from the paper – my step mom was amazing at that.
Does anyone remember fried marbles? I think that we did that in the late sixties or early seventies. We’d place the mables in a fry pan and heat them for several minutes; then plunge them into ice cold water to cause them form internal cracks. They would look like tiny kalaidoscopes. We could then drill holes through them so that we could string them up for jewelry. We sure did ruin a lot of great puries that way.
> rounded metal feet from the bottom of > Catholic school desks This is the culmination of skully cap technology. Though I acquired some personally through the Catholic school route, my public school friends seemed have a wider variety of caps acquired in this way. I still have my cap (> 20 years old); I hope to get pictures of this and other artifacts here on the site in the future.
Miss lucy had a baby she named him Tiny Tim. she put him in the bathtub to see if he could swim. he drank up all the water. he ate up all the soap. he tried to eat the bathtub, but it wouldn’t go down his throat. miss lucy called the doctor, miss lucy called the nurse, miss lucy called the lady with the alligator purse. in walked the doctor, in walked the nurse, in walked the lady with the alligator purse. mumps said the doctor, measles said the nurse, chicken pox said the lady with the alligator purse. i don’t know if there is anymore to it.